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[a tired greeting] -Hello, Mr. Douglass? [a concerned response] -Mr. Douglass, I… [a question on well-being] -Well, yes… yes Mr. Douglass that’s…that’s actually why I’m calling. [an impatient plea] -Mr. Douglass, please understand, there is absolutely no easy way for me to say… […] -We’ve done everything we could do, Mr. Douglass, everything. Some things… some things just aren’t meant to be. [a painful cry] [a curse to God] [a question to reality] -Mr. Douglass, at the rate it spread… it was just too much. Mr. Douglass, frankly I am surprised she lasted as long as she did, but she was exactly what you said, a fighter until the end… [a sob] -Mr. Douglass, I… [a wish to give up] -Please don’t say that Mr. Douglass… [a lost value in life] -I know, I know… Mr. Douglass, you must realize this isn’t any easier for me either. [how to rediscover that value] -I’ll tell you what you have to live for Mr. Douglass. You have a son and daughter. Do you think orphaning your children is what she’d want? If you can’t do it for them, do it for her. [love’s anger] [a plea to end] -…and what Mr. Douglass? Are you going to so quickly deliver yourself to the very thing she suffered for so long to avoid? You would become a monument of contempt for her struggle. [life versus death] -And she wanted to live Mr. Douglass… I'm sure she'd wish the same for you. [hurried walking] [incoherent mutterings] [glass breaking] -Please Mr. Douglass, please, calm down. It would be best if your children didn’t hear… [fate’s morality] -I know it is not fair Mr. Douglass. If there’s anything I’ve learned in my forty-six years at this institution it’s life is anything but fair. We were born by the grace of God. Unfortunately, he is an Indian giver… [the impossibility to endure] -It is times like this where all we can do is weep. [the click of the chamber] -No Mr. Douglass! Don’t do it! [a quiet sob] [teeth on metal] -Wait Mr. Douglass, please! Her last request! At least let me fulfill her last request! [jarring silence] -She… she wanted you to hear her last words… [falling tears] -Mr. Douglass… she said, *please… please tell him… no matter what happens… no  matter… I will always be there for him…* [gentle crying] […] -Mr. Douglass? Mr. Douglass, are you there? […] -Mr. Douglass!?! [a smile]
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Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 11:25 PM UTC
Mr. Douglass
[a tired greeting] -Hello, Mr. Douglass? [a concerned response] -Mr. Douglass, I… [a question on well-being] -Well, yes… yes Mr. Douglass that’s…that’s actually why I’m calling. [an impatient plea] -Mr. Douglass, please understand, there is absolutely no easy way for me to say… […] -We’ve done everything we could do, Mr. Douglass, everything. Some things… some things just aren’t meant to be. [a painful cry] [a curse to God] [a question to reality] -Mr. Douglass, at the rate it spread… it was just too much. Mr. Douglass, frankly I am surprised she lasted as long as she did, but she was exactly what you said, a fighter until the end… [a sob] -Mr. Douglass, I… [a wish to give up] -Please don’t say that Mr. Douglass… [a lost value in life] -I know, I know… Mr. Douglass, you must realize this isn’t any easier for me either. [how to rediscover that value] -I’ll tell you what you have to live for Mr. Douglass. You have a son and daughter. Do you think orphaning your children is what she’d want? If you can’t do it for them, do it for her. [love’s anger] [a plea to end] -…and what Mr. Douglass? Are you going to so quickly deliver yourself to the very thing she suffered for so long to avoid? You would become a monument of contempt for her struggle. [life versus death] -And she wanted to live Mr. Douglass… I'm sure she'd wish the same for you. [hurried walking] [incoherent mutterings] [glass breaking] -Please Mr. Douglass, please, calm down. It would be best if your children didn’t hear… [fate’s morality] -I know it is not fair Mr. Douglass. If there’s anything I’ve learned in my forty-six years at this institution it’s life is anything but fair. We were born by the grace of God. Unfortunately, he is an Indian giver… [the impossibility to endure] -It is times like this where all we can do is weep. [the click of the chamber] -No Mr. Douglass! Don’t do it! [a quiet sob] [teeth on metal] -Wait Mr. Douglass, please! Her last request! At least let me fulfill her last request! [jarring silence] -She… she wanted you to hear her last words… [falling tears] -Mr. Douglass… she said, *please… please tell him… no matter what happens… no  matter… I will always be there for him…* [gentle crying] […] -Mr. Douglass? Mr. Douglass, are you there? […] -Mr. Douglass!?! [a smile]
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34/M/South Korean
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 11:25 PM UTC
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